Being an ice cream boy taught me everything!

My very first job was as an ice cream man–well in my case, ice cream boy, with my Uncle Archie who was an itinerant preacher, or what they would call these days, a church planter (he planted many from the carolinas to california!) but in his off season drove ice cream trucks.

And, in addition to leaving me his last sermon, which was in couplets and end rhymes and really good, he taught me to make people happy on hot afternoons through the medium of ice cream. I can’t remember how old i was, maybe 12, 13. But he was teaching me life through ice cream.

I’m still not sure which was his main job-preaching or ice cream. Although, his preaching and church planting felt more weighty, i think the ice cream truck, of which he left four after he passed, were close in terms of bringing Joy to the world!

The two have always seem related in my heart since then-ice cream and the gospel that is! Bring Joy, bring the gospel, play cool songs, have a colorful vehicle, make people’s day, heighten things, until you can really enjoy your snow cone or ice cream (we did both!).

Ice cream is still similar to the gospel to me. If it’s good news, then kids should run after it. Play cool music, make the neighborhood a party, and serve something that’s just colorful and ridiculously good–the rest will just happen!